YY8848高清私人影院

   When returning to school after work, even Murong Qiao had the illusion that it was like another day.

   These two days, he was immersed in the documents, and when he returned to school, listening to the chaotic conversation around him, Murong Qiao relaxed along with him.

   "Jojo?" Yang Xin stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes.

   There is no class yet, Yang Xin sat beside her and looked at her, "Why are you in a daze? How is the homework done?"

   "Homework?" Murong Qiao returned to his senses.

  Leng Yan added next to him, "You may not have been notified of the homework that was left temporarily yesterday."

   Leng Yan was talking, took out his mobile phone and forwarded the homework requirements and the content that needed to be completed to Murong Qiao.

   is an assignment for a professional class. It is necessary to inspect a building designated by the school, and then write a 3,000-word report and submit it.

   "You are different from us." Yang Xin leaned over to have a look.

  There are many addresses, and students are randomly assigned to avoid reporting plagiarism.

  Murong Qiao glanced at the homework, and then his attention was attracted by the news that popped up suddenly.

  【Huo Yichen: I might not be able to pick you up after school today, sorry. 】

  【Huo Yichen: Huo Hong recently arranged for me to take over a big project, and I have a lot of things to do. 】

  I just sent two messages, but there is no more text.

  Murong Qiao looked at the side of the name, and the status showing that it was typing disappeared again, and then it never appeared again.

  She hasn\'t seen Huo Yichen for many days, but through the messages Huo Yichen sends every day, she knows that he is very busy and is working on the Huo family\'s affairs, and Murong Qiao knows that he cannot be disturbed.

  She stayed on the screen for a long time with her fingertips, and then slowly typed out a line of words and sent them.

  【Murong Qiao: Okay, I miss you very much. 】

  Missing may not be expressed in a few words, but when Murong Qiao typed it out, as long as he thought that Huo Yichen could read this passage, he would be involuntarily happy in his heart.

  Huo Xiuyuan was sent away by Huo Hong after the cancellation of the engagement. From the appearance, it can be seen that Huo Hong is very disappointed in him.

  Now Huo Yichen is alone in the Huo family, and he is also the established heir. Thinking of this, Murong Qiao has nothing to worry about.

   "Okay, okay, ready for class." An old and stern female voice sounded from the podium.

  Murong Qiao\'s thoughts were pulled back, and she looked at the female teacher who was called "Master Miejue" standing on the podium, holding a book in her hand and starting to draw on the blackboard.

  The rustle of chalk sounded, and the traditional teaching method allowed Murong Qiao to keep up with the teacher\'s teaching speed. She even had a little distraction, planning to go to the place where the homework was assigned after the class was over.

  She has never had the bad habit of procrastinating.

  After the last class at noon was over, Murong Qiao followed the address and found the building corresponding to the assignment.

  Some old but still imposing buildings stood next to a group of residential buildings, with a very obvious sense of presence. Murong Qiao followed the route of the map navigation and walked there.

  It is a residential building in an old-fashioned community. The gray color is matched with the intricate cables around it, and sparrows can be seen on the wires.

   "...Jojo?" A familiar voice and an unexpected tone.

   Nanxuan, who just came out of home, did not expect to see his sister here, so that he lost his voice.

  Murong Qiao recognized Nan Xuan\'s voice, she looked back, and saw Nan Xuan standing in the shadow of the corridor, staring at herself in a daze.

   Neither of them expected to meet each other in such a place.

   But Nanxuan just felt ashamed, he never planned to let his sister see such a scene, and he didn\'t want her to know that the current Nan family would live in this kind of place.

   "Why don\'t you leave?" Nankang\'s irritable and impatient voice came from behind Nanxuan.

  Even though he hadn\'t heard it for a while, Murong Qiao recognized Nankang\'s voice immediately.

  Nan Xuan\'s expression froze, and he wanted to cover it up, but it was too late, so he was pushed forward by Nan Kang, which completely revealed Nan Kang behind him.

  Nankang muttered vague words, patronized to look at Nanxuan, but didn\'t notice Murong Qiao next to him immediately.

  He was still holding a wine bottle in his hand, "Wait a while, give me some more money to buy wine."

   "I..." Ke Nanxuan only felt that his voice was dry.

  He was almost in embarrassment, facing his sister\'s gaze, standing there at a loss.

   "You... live here?" Murong Qiao asked hesitantly.

  She only knew that the Nan family was down and out, but she didn\'t know that the Nan family was... down to this point.

   Living in this kind of old residential building, Nankang is not wearing expensive pajamas like silk. He wears short sleeves that are so ordinary that they look like street stalls. He can even see stains that may be caused by alcohol.

   "Nan Qiao?" Nan Kang discovered her only now.

  He has almost lost the demeanor he used to be the head of the Nan family, and also lost the calmness and elegance of a businessman. Now only worldliness and decadence remain on him.

   On the other hand, Murong Qiao, with a clean and simple all-match white top paired with a pair of extremely slim black trousers, wearing a pair of sneakers and wearing a high ponytail, and carrying a schoolbag, people will believe that he is a freshman.

  Nan Kang\'s eyes fell on Murong Qiao\'s valuable ladies watch, and a salivating smile suddenly appeared on his face.

   "Is this to visit us?" Nankang said to himself.

  Father\'s thoughts, Nanxuan, a son, could tell from his tone of voice.

   Nan Xuan frowned, "Qiao Qiao must be in trouble, Dad, don\'t—"

   "I just came to sit at home. Our father and daughter haven\'t seen each other for a long time, so we can get in touch." Nankang rubbed his hands.

  He turned a deaf ear to his son\'s words, and began to think about how to get benefits from her the first time he saw Murong Qiao.

  But Nanxuan didn\'t want his sister to come in.

   Thinking of the chaotic scene at home, almost all of them were Nankang\'s wine bottles and all kinds of **** that hadn\'t been cleaned up. Nanxuan was embarrassed to invite Murong Qiao in under such a situation.

   But Nankang couldn\'t hold back his "enthusiasm". He looked at Murong Qiao with such fiery eyes that they almost burned through people, and the smile on his face also had a different kind of thought.

   "I\'m Murong Qiao, not Nan Qiao." Murong Qiao corrected with a cold face.

  Nan Kang naturally followed her and nodded quickly. "Murong Qiao Murong Qiao, shall we go in?"

  He lowered his posture and followed Murong Qiao\'s words. If he hadn\'t heard that Nankang was merciless about driving him out, Murong Qiao would not have seen a trace of the man before him.

   "Okay." Murong Qiao agreed.

  She also wanted to see how miserable the Nan family is now.

  Nankang was so happy because of Murong Qiao\'s answer that he couldn\'t be happier.

  He seemed to see the hope and glory of the Nan family\'s rise in Murong Qiao.

   "Qiao Qiao, do you have any fruit you want to eat? I\'ll ask Nanxuan to buy it, or something you want to drink..." Nan Kang\'s attitude towards Murong Qiao was so good that he was too polite.

  As long as Murong Qiao is pleasing and gaining power from the Murong family, it is not impossible for the Nan family to return, even stronger than before.

The abacus in Nankang\'s heart is crackling, and he has already started to think about how to get some benefits from his daughter. It is best to repair the relationship between father and daughter and let her obediently listen to him, so that he can get in touch with the Murong family. Is not afraid of the contempt and contempt of those people in the past.